Ray's initial response into making necromancy appealing to a wider crowd was interesting enough to draw an eyebrow raise out of the older male. Jest or not, Montana was interested in how he planned to do that. From what he had experienced, the nuances of necromancy had always held a polarizing place in the general mage consciousness. 

Just like pyromancy or terramancy, there were different disciplines within the primary that made each interpretation quite different from one another. Necromancy was the same, only the other branches of magic didn't exclusively deal in something quite like the immortal soul. The way necromantic practices varied from family to family could be disturbing for some. Raymond certainly had his work cut out for him.


He heard a voice, one that spoke his first name with a kind familiarity that was reserved for very, very few people on this earth. 

This was an unexpected development. He had heard of a last minute replacement for one of their teachers, but he hadn't had the time to pry into exactly who that replacement was. 


Something very slight, changed in his eyes. Like his deductive scrutiny had taken a brief backseat to something a bit more innocuous. 

[color=SlateGray]"Marianna."[/color] He returned her embrace, and held her for a second or two longer than what was professionally necessary. [color=slategray]"Mr.Matheos was being polite when he told me peace time was kind to me, I assume. It has certainly been kind to you Ms.Guerra."[/color] The years has been kind to her. Motherhood still lent it's radiance to her steps and age had simply refined what he had always enjoyed about her.

He lent an inquisitive, but humored look in Raymond's direction. 

[color=slategray]"I trust you'll reserve a spot for me when the time comes."[/color] 

He turned back to Mariana, and allowed his hand, which had lingered on her arm for a time, to turn to his side. 

[color=slategray]"As our colleague asked, how is your family?[/color]